Her name to me’s a mystery! Who can solve my inquiry?
Maybe she is Sayley, as her voice in heaven’s sailing, Or her name is Fayley, whose note no angel’s failing? Could quite well be Gayley, who smiles her goodness gaily, or why not simply Payley, whose tunes see low songs paling. Might people call her Wayley? Nooo, never is she wailing! But possibly it’s Ayley, she sends her critics ailing. Ah, she could be Dayley, who many hearts fills daily, no, it surely must be Zayley, the sweetest Zealand-lady!
Let her name be what it is, and though it still remains amiss, like a Halley may she fly, through firmaments and skies up high. --- With a Hay and a Ley, and a Hayleylujah: Greetings to all from happy!
Dear Richard, Consider me a short drop-in, now dropping out (although one is breathing good air in this group). This is written with love for all who read it. Hayley is a rare and special singer for sure.
Pulse of time
Great popularity is but a sign, that artist, you beat with the pulse of time.
Lack of acclaim and fame says that your beat, oh artist, our time’s standard does not meet.
Should your pulse not miss, but exceed that norm, great artist, new life through you will be born.
Hi Martin, greetings! You and your friends are doing a wonderful thing promoting Hayley. Not only because she deserves being noted, having such an outstanding voice. But I think that if in every household her voice would be heard, our earth would become a more loving and peaceful place. She seems to touch the noble and kind part in our soul, as few other singers do. And yes, Buxton was magical... heavenly!
Martin, thank you, that is special! Here's a fun quote by Leopold Stokowski, one which Hayley-fans will enjoy, I think:
"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."
Sometime back I read an article which you, your friends, and also Hayley, might find inspiring, about how it affects our life and our planet: "What Music Means; Not Just Another Pretty Voice," by Karl Paulnack. Here's a quote from it (he's talking to new musicians entering conservatory):
"You’re here to become a sort of therapist for the human soul, a spiritual version of a chiropractor, physical therapist, someone who works with our insides to see if they get things to line up, to see if we can come into harmony with ourselves and be healthy and happy and well."
Dear fellow music lovers, my plan was to come to London tomorrow, had the plane and concert tickets secured for a long time... but getting stuck is not an option. So: Happy-Loving-Musical-Christmas to those few who read this, and please enjoy the little poem. Hayley is the inspiration behind it.
[glow=red,2,300]MUSIC & LOVE[/glow]
Great bard, you penned it long ago, How music maps the human soul:
“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.”
But the man who does have music in himself, And does get moved by harmonies of sound, He’s fit for love, his heart is charitable soil.
Your pen, great bard, in artful fashion, Then reveals a heartfelt passion, How love e’er thrives on music and on song: “If music be the food of love, play on!”
Yes, love does feed on melody, Gets nourished by its harmony, Love through music gets intense, Sound helps love to grow immense.
But the inverse as well’s not wrong: “If love be the food of music, then love on!” Music finds in love its food, Absorbs from love its haunting mood.
“Love & Music”, that magic pair, Thrive on each other’s boundless flair, Oh sweet music, let love come, Oh dear love, please trigger song!
You in our soul end treason, stratagems, and strife, and in our heart you grant us life.